SuNJATA
the flood
She pushes herself up and gives him a look that he can’t help but to watch with even more amusement. Her eyes take over him and he remains as is, confidence high enough that she could look all she wanted. But she leans closer and his hand falls from his neck and scar as he debates to pull her close or see what she has to say, what she chooses to do. He’s glad he did, as she lifts her hand and kisses to his cheek, down his tattooed torso, down and further still.
A flame ignites in his silver gaze as he watches her, and then she pulls away with another challenge. So abrupt that he’s almost dazed from the transfixiation he’d endured that he blinks at her as she reaches her clothes in a race she’s already won, and he runs a hand through his hair, reluctantly getting up from the bed. “Best get your errands done, Valair.” He purrs to her, reaching for his pair of shorts and slides them on slowly.
He steps toward her then, some hints of swagger in the walk before he folds his arms across his chest and leans against the wall. “Because after the run, I demand a shower, preferably with company.” He drawls again, voice low and suggestive with a smirk along his face, as he pushes off from the wall to grab a sleeveless shirt.
A flame ignites in his silver gaze as he watches her, and then she pulls away with another challenge. So abrupt that he’s almost dazed from the transfixiation he’d endured that he blinks at her as she reaches her clothes in a race she’s already won, and he runs a hand through his hair, reluctantly getting up from the bed. “Best get your errands done, Valair.” He purrs to her, reaching for his pair of shorts and slides them on slowly.
He steps toward her then, some hints of swagger in the walk before he folds his arms across his chest and leans against the wall. “Because after the run, I demand a shower, preferably with company.” He drawls again, voice low and suggestive with a smirk along his face, as he pushes off from the wall to grab a sleeveless shirt.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
